i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

the site i am dreaming

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i was tempted to lie about my name

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

Picture

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

...

was it worth it

its performative

propensity within someone

and the fake qualifier

as in

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

not their contents

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.